Lost fic: The Next Morning [Jack/Sawyer]
Sequel to Who Watches the Watcher?
Summary: Sawyer faces consequences different than he imagined. Slash, adults only.
Disclaimer: Lost belongs to ABC, etc., not to me. No infringement intended by this use.
Archive: Please ask first.
Summary: Sawyer faces consequences different than he imagined. Sequel to "Who Watches the Watcher."
Warnings: Adult material (graphic sexuality and slash).
The Next Morning
by eponine119
September 2, 2005
Sawyer barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Jack and Kate together. When he dozed off, he dreamed about Jack and unspeakable things.
He could hear them now, whispers lost in the sound of the rain, and he kept his eyes safely closed. His pulse beat hard and fast, the arousal from the night before still holding him in its grip.
Jack and Kate went outside together and Sawyer considered fleeing. But then it was too late. Jack returned and Sawyer could feel him standing by the bed. "Give it up," Jack said. "I know you're awake."
Sawyer opened his eyes slowly. He blinked at the sight of Jack standing over him, close enough to touch. Jack's eyes blazed with dark fire, fixed on him. Sawyer felt the same rush he felt when he got into a fight, when he knew he was going to get hit and hit hard. He dreaded it and yearned for it simultaneously. "You knew I was awake last night, too," Sawyer said, taunting Jack.
Something flickered in Jack's eyes. He looked away. Ashamed? Sawyer's grin widened at the thought, and Jack ordered, "Get up." Jack looked at him again, saw the grin, and repeated, "Get up."
Sawyer slid lazily out of bed, stretching himself to his full height and looking the doctor in the eye. There were only inches between them and they were both breathing hard. Ready for the inevitable fight, the one Sawyer knew was coming even last night. Sawyer tipped his head in a practiced move, letting his hair slide down into his eyes, working up something to say to start this.
But words weren't necessary. Jack pounced. Sawyer twisted away, raising his fists, but Jack grabbed his arms, using the surprise of the attack to shove Sawyer against the wall of the cave. Jack pinned Sawyer's hands against the rock. Sawyer thrashed, bucking his hips away from the wall to try to get free. Jack's body slammed against his in response, hard muscle and anger trapping him.
He could feel Jack's hot, fast breaths against his neck. Could feel the tension in every part of Jack's body pressed up tight against his. What would he do when he snapped? Sawyer drew a shallow breath. Flexed his wrists against Jack's unyielding hands. Tried to think thoughts that would force down his raging hard-on, knowing Jack had to feel every miserable inch of it.
But how could Jack know Sawyer wanted him when Sawyer couldn't even admit that to himself? Sawyer knew he wanted Kate. He knew exactly what he'd do to Kate if he ever got the chance. How he'd touch her. He didn't know what he'd do with Jack. Couldn't conjure even a hint of a fantasy.
The breath falling against Sawyer's neck faded and he raised his eyes. Jack was watching him, eyes dark and slightly unfocused. The kind of look you got right before you got before you got kissed. Sawyer felt his heart beating wild and erratic. "It's just me," Jack said, just as he pressed his mouth to Sawyer's.
Jack's lips were dry and softer than Sawyer had imagined. With Jack's body pressed hard against his, he'd expected a kiss that pushed just as hard. Something determined, something forceful, something with teeth that hurt and bruised. Punishment, that's what Sawyer had imagined.
Instead he got a soft stillness. Jack waited, for Sawyer to shove against him again or to yield and for a moment even Sawyer didn't know which way it was going to go. But then the cry of protest that escaped from his throat became one of desire. Jack's lips moved against his and Sawyer responded.
Jack's tongue found the raw spot where Sawyer had bit his lip so hard the night before watching Jack with Kate. The thrill of pain as Jack explored it sent electricity through Sawyer's body. He wanted to feel it again and again, but Jack moved on. His tongue slid against Sawyer's seductively. Jack tasted like the rain in the jungle.
Jack ended the kiss and Sawyer kept his eyes closed, wanting more. "Don't tell me you can't kiss," Jack breathed into his ear.
Sawyer's body went tense at the insult. "Ask Kate," he shot back.
Jack flicked Sawyer's earlobe with his tongue. "I did." Sawyer's knees almost buckled and his head went light.
"She didn't say…" The protest died as Jack's teeth sank ever so gently into the flesh of Sawyer's ear. "She didn't say I can't," he managed, and he was panting.
Jack pushed his hips against Sawyer's, hard enough to make him open his eyes. "Then kiss me, Sawyer," Jack said. "Like you kissed her."
Sawyer's need was the same as it had been that day. Imprisoned with Jack's hands holding his. Kate hadn't pressed her body against his, hadn't taunted him with insults. He pushed his tongue into Jack's mouth almost before their lips met. Eager. Needy. Sawyer could feel Jack's beard scrape across his skin as he moved his mouth against Jack's, so different from anything Sawyer had ever known. Jack didn't pull away either, or hit him, the way Kate had done that day.
"Satisfied?" he demanded as he gently withdrew.
"No," Jack replied, but didn't kiss him again. Sawyer felt almost disappointed. His lips were buzzing, so sensitive he could barely brush them against each other. He wanted more, but he was afraid of it.
"I don't fuck guys," Sawyer said. A warning. A plea for a smack in the face to end this.
"Neither do I." Jack focused those dark eyes on him again, and made the correction: "I fuck people."
The thought sank in: Jack's done this before. Sawyer's blood surged again and he wet his lips nervously with his tongue. Jack followed the motion hungrily with his eyes. Suddenly Sawyer's wrists were cold and free, and Jack's fingers were buried in his hair. Jack's kiss engulfed him again.
As the kiss ended, Jack's hands slipped out of his hair. They settled at Sawyer's waist but only for a moment. Jack's body was no longer pressed against his, and Jack's hands moved into the open space between them. Sawyer growled as those hands brushed the front of his jeans.
"You did it to her too, doc," Sawyer said. A last-ditch effort to end this here and now, even as he desperately wanted to feel Jack's hands against his skin where his own hand had been the night before. "You knew but Kate didn't."
"It's not about Kate," Jack told him as he pushed Sawyer's zipper down. "Not this."
It was Jack's mouth that closed over his cock, not his hands. Sawyer moaned, his eyes closing and hips thrusting involuntarily into the damp heat. It had been so long.
He opened his eyes and tried to breathe. He looked down at Jack and didn't know how to feel. His cock was in Jack's mouth. Jack's lips were closed around him, sucking lightly. When Jack used his tongue, Sawyer's body shuddered and his back slipped a little against the wall. He tried to speak but it was nonsense, until Jack's tongue slid away and then Sawyer could only sigh with relief, but Jack was building it again. Moving his mouth, taking Sawyer in deep as he thrust and then sliding back out. Tongue swirling again, sending red waves of light dancing in front of Sawyer's eyes.
Sawyer rested one hand against Jack's head, the bristles of his hair tickling Sawyer's palm. He tried to make Jack do it again, to make him see stars, but Jack only teased him. Finally Jack found that one intensely sensitive spot and kept at it until Sawyer couldn't stand it anymore. He dug his fingers against Jack's scalp just as the pleasure seized and shook him.
Dazed a moment later, Sawyer let himself sink to the ground. Jack was watching him with a hint of a smile on his face. Sawyer started to wrap his arms around himself, feeling cold suddenly and shaky, wondering what the hell it meant. What it could mean. It was the smile that got to him.
Turning away, Jack unfastened his own straining jeans and took his cock in his hand. Sawyer watched the way he stroked it, the way Jack must have watched him the night before. Sawyer made a noise that was supposed to be something like an offer of help, and Jack turned his head. Sawyer met his eyes and held them as he reached out with his hand.
Jack wrapped Sawyer's hand around his cock, keeping his hand on top of Sawyer's and moving it the way he wanted it moved. It didn't take long, and Jack was still staring into Sawyer's eyes when he came. His smile was gone.
Sawyer couldn't help wondering what would happen next. He didn't know how to handle this. He watched Jack, searching for a clue about what to do. Sawyer flashed back on Jack and Kate curled up together in bed. How much he'd wanted that moment, that thing he could never have. He still wanted it.
Jack reached over and tucked Sawyer's hair behind his ears. There wasn't supposed to be tenderness. This was just another fight between them, albeit one with no punches. But they were through fighting, and they both knew it. That simple move, fingers sweeping the blond hair back behind the curve of his ear with exquisite care, told Sawyer everything he needed to know.
End.
Summary: Sawyer faces consequences different than he imagined. Slash, adults only.
Disclaimer: Lost belongs to ABC, etc., not to me. No infringement intended by this use.
Archive: Please ask first.
Summary: Sawyer faces consequences different than he imagined. Sequel to "Who Watches the Watcher."
Warnings: Adult material (graphic sexuality and slash).
The Next Morning
by eponine119
September 2, 2005
Sawyer barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Jack and Kate together. When he dozed off, he dreamed about Jack and unspeakable things.
He could hear them now, whispers lost in the sound of the rain, and he kept his eyes safely closed. His pulse beat hard and fast, the arousal from the night before still holding him in its grip.
Jack and Kate went outside together and Sawyer considered fleeing. But then it was too late. Jack returned and Sawyer could feel him standing by the bed. "Give it up," Jack said. "I know you're awake."
Sawyer opened his eyes slowly. He blinked at the sight of Jack standing over him, close enough to touch. Jack's eyes blazed with dark fire, fixed on him. Sawyer felt the same rush he felt when he got into a fight, when he knew he was going to get hit and hit hard. He dreaded it and yearned for it simultaneously. "You knew I was awake last night, too," Sawyer said, taunting Jack.
Something flickered in Jack's eyes. He looked away. Ashamed? Sawyer's grin widened at the thought, and Jack ordered, "Get up." Jack looked at him again, saw the grin, and repeated, "Get up."
Sawyer slid lazily out of bed, stretching himself to his full height and looking the doctor in the eye. There were only inches between them and they were both breathing hard. Ready for the inevitable fight, the one Sawyer knew was coming even last night. Sawyer tipped his head in a practiced move, letting his hair slide down into his eyes, working up something to say to start this.
But words weren't necessary. Jack pounced. Sawyer twisted away, raising his fists, but Jack grabbed his arms, using the surprise of the attack to shove Sawyer against the wall of the cave. Jack pinned Sawyer's hands against the rock. Sawyer thrashed, bucking his hips away from the wall to try to get free. Jack's body slammed against his in response, hard muscle and anger trapping him.
He could feel Jack's hot, fast breaths against his neck. Could feel the tension in every part of Jack's body pressed up tight against his. What would he do when he snapped? Sawyer drew a shallow breath. Flexed his wrists against Jack's unyielding hands. Tried to think thoughts that would force down his raging hard-on, knowing Jack had to feel every miserable inch of it.
But how could Jack know Sawyer wanted him when Sawyer couldn't even admit that to himself? Sawyer knew he wanted Kate. He knew exactly what he'd do to Kate if he ever got the chance. How he'd touch her. He didn't know what he'd do with Jack. Couldn't conjure even a hint of a fantasy.
The breath falling against Sawyer's neck faded and he raised his eyes. Jack was watching him, eyes dark and slightly unfocused. The kind of look you got right before you got before you got kissed. Sawyer felt his heart beating wild and erratic. "It's just me," Jack said, just as he pressed his mouth to Sawyer's.
Jack's lips were dry and softer than Sawyer had imagined. With Jack's body pressed hard against his, he'd expected a kiss that pushed just as hard. Something determined, something forceful, something with teeth that hurt and bruised. Punishment, that's what Sawyer had imagined.
Instead he got a soft stillness. Jack waited, for Sawyer to shove against him again or to yield and for a moment even Sawyer didn't know which way it was going to go. But then the cry of protest that escaped from his throat became one of desire. Jack's lips moved against his and Sawyer responded.
Jack's tongue found the raw spot where Sawyer had bit his lip so hard the night before watching Jack with Kate. The thrill of pain as Jack explored it sent electricity through Sawyer's body. He wanted to feel it again and again, but Jack moved on. His tongue slid against Sawyer's seductively. Jack tasted like the rain in the jungle.
Jack ended the kiss and Sawyer kept his eyes closed, wanting more. "Don't tell me you can't kiss," Jack breathed into his ear.
Sawyer's body went tense at the insult. "Ask Kate," he shot back.
Jack flicked Sawyer's earlobe with his tongue. "I did." Sawyer's knees almost buckled and his head went light.
"She didn't say…" The protest died as Jack's teeth sank ever so gently into the flesh of Sawyer's ear. "She didn't say I can't," he managed, and he was panting.
Jack pushed his hips against Sawyer's, hard enough to make him open his eyes. "Then kiss me, Sawyer," Jack said. "Like you kissed her."
Sawyer's need was the same as it had been that day. Imprisoned with Jack's hands holding his. Kate hadn't pressed her body against his, hadn't taunted him with insults. He pushed his tongue into Jack's mouth almost before their lips met. Eager. Needy. Sawyer could feel Jack's beard scrape across his skin as he moved his mouth against Jack's, so different from anything Sawyer had ever known. Jack didn't pull away either, or hit him, the way Kate had done that day.
"Satisfied?" he demanded as he gently withdrew.
"No," Jack replied, but didn't kiss him again. Sawyer felt almost disappointed. His lips were buzzing, so sensitive he could barely brush them against each other. He wanted more, but he was afraid of it.
"I don't fuck guys," Sawyer said. A warning. A plea for a smack in the face to end this.
"Neither do I." Jack focused those dark eyes on him again, and made the correction: "I fuck people."
The thought sank in: Jack's done this before. Sawyer's blood surged again and he wet his lips nervously with his tongue. Jack followed the motion hungrily with his eyes. Suddenly Sawyer's wrists were cold and free, and Jack's fingers were buried in his hair. Jack's kiss engulfed him again.
As the kiss ended, Jack's hands slipped out of his hair. They settled at Sawyer's waist but only for a moment. Jack's body was no longer pressed against his, and Jack's hands moved into the open space between them. Sawyer growled as those hands brushed the front of his jeans.
"You did it to her too, doc," Sawyer said. A last-ditch effort to end this here and now, even as he desperately wanted to feel Jack's hands against his skin where his own hand had been the night before. "You knew but Kate didn't."
"It's not about Kate," Jack told him as he pushed Sawyer's zipper down. "Not this."
It was Jack's mouth that closed over his cock, not his hands. Sawyer moaned, his eyes closing and hips thrusting involuntarily into the damp heat. It had been so long.
He opened his eyes and tried to breathe. He looked down at Jack and didn't know how to feel. His cock was in Jack's mouth. Jack's lips were closed around him, sucking lightly. When Jack used his tongue, Sawyer's body shuddered and his back slipped a little against the wall. He tried to speak but it was nonsense, until Jack's tongue slid away and then Sawyer could only sigh with relief, but Jack was building it again. Moving his mouth, taking Sawyer in deep as he thrust and then sliding back out. Tongue swirling again, sending red waves of light dancing in front of Sawyer's eyes.
Sawyer rested one hand against Jack's head, the bristles of his hair tickling Sawyer's palm. He tried to make Jack do it again, to make him see stars, but Jack only teased him. Finally Jack found that one intensely sensitive spot and kept at it until Sawyer couldn't stand it anymore. He dug his fingers against Jack's scalp just as the pleasure seized and shook him.
Dazed a moment later, Sawyer let himself sink to the ground. Jack was watching him with a hint of a smile on his face. Sawyer started to wrap his arms around himself, feeling cold suddenly and shaky, wondering what the hell it meant. What it could mean. It was the smile that got to him.
Turning away, Jack unfastened his own straining jeans and took his cock in his hand. Sawyer watched the way he stroked it, the way Jack must have watched him the night before. Sawyer made a noise that was supposed to be something like an offer of help, and Jack turned his head. Sawyer met his eyes and held them as he reached out with his hand.
Jack wrapped Sawyer's hand around his cock, keeping his hand on top of Sawyer's and moving it the way he wanted it moved. It didn't take long, and Jack was still staring into Sawyer's eyes when he came. His smile was gone.
Sawyer couldn't help wondering what would happen next. He didn't know how to handle this. He watched Jack, searching for a clue about what to do. Sawyer flashed back on Jack and Kate curled up together in bed. How much he'd wanted that moment, that thing he could never have. He still wanted it.
Jack reached over and tucked Sawyer's hair behind his ears. There wasn't supposed to be tenderness. This was just another fight between them, albeit one with no punches. But they were through fighting, and they both knew it. That simple move, fingers sweeping the blond hair back behind the curve of his ear with exquisite care, told Sawyer everything he needed to know.
End.